"When I saw you there," she admits as much of the truth as she can, "my body moved on its own."

There's no other explanation, no lingering tenderness she's willing to consider or delve into. The brush of their lips, and the caress she'd given the princess' cheek, she can't deny. But she can blame the princess for being the one at fault. She can say it was more manipulation.

Except she doesn't. That simpler explanation suffices instead.